| Court her, dearest Master, you court her without fear, And you will win the lady in the space of half a year; And she will be your bride, your joy and your dear, And she will take a walk with you anywhere. |
Encouraged by the smiling school, Jonathan Witchcott took up the song, turning yearningly to Dru who now smiled coyly, head to one side, while he entreated:
| Oh, Madam, I will give to you a little greyhound, And every hair upon its back shall cost a thousand pound, If you will be my bride, my joy and my dear, And you will take a walk with me anywhere. |
Scarcely had the last note left his lips when Drusilla, now that all eyes were turned upon her, sang coquettishly:
| Oh, Sir, I won’t accept of you a little greyhound, Though every hair upon its back did cost a thousand pound, I will not be your bride, your joy nor your dear, And neither will I walk with you anywhere. |
With added fervor Jonathan offered more:
| Oh, Madam, I will give you a fine ivory comb, To fasten up your silver locks when I am not at home. |
That too Dru spurned, but all the same she was watching nervously—indeed Dru was watching anxiously—Tizzie Scaggs, lest she take up Jonathan’s offer, which is another girl’s right in the play-game song.
Quickly Jonathan Witchcott, knowing all this, sang pleadingly:
| Oh, Madam, I will give to you the keys of my heart, To lock it up forever that we never more may part, If you will be my bride, my joy and my dear. |